We’ve had our setbacks, our ups-and-downs, but here we are entering December of 2017.
Three Line Thursday remains a lovely addition to the blog here at Ink In Thirds. I would like to encourage you to spread the word and enter weekly. I will be including some of the poems from the weekly contributions in upcoming issues of Ink In Thirds Magazine, so if you’d like a chance to be published: participate weekly. Also, if you have a Twitter handle include it below your submission.
Happy writing!
If you don’t know what #TLT is all about here are the cliff notes:
- Write something that will move us! Inspired by the photo above.
- DO NOT include the prompt word.
- Brevity is key.
- What can you say, convey, express in only three lines? Can you paint a visual picture with only words? Tell an entire story that begs to be read? Use your imagination.
- No titles. Let’s keep it about the words.
- 10 words max per line. 3 lines.
- Post your poem in the comments and comment on others. Have fun!
This week’s prompt: Lights, Camera…
All photography used for TLT purposes is licensed under Creative Commons Zero images.
Love and Ink,
Grace Black
Happy Holidays! my uncle said
and we would take our places, play our parts.
This year, an extra chair…
@voimaoy
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Oh, I can picture the scene.
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Wishing Grace and all who submit here a blessed Christmas and may 2018 be a healthy, happy and successful year for you all and your families.
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Christmas photos freeze us somewhere
Between stiffly and drunkenly poised;
Or, as children, relaxed and playing with toys.
@jamesatkinson81
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Photographs: music for the eyes.
Composed in seconds
Replayed for years.
@carolrosalind
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behind the lights, where no one looks
a spot of you remains
sparkles of light, a nest of our loss
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Pale with sorrow, trance like, he stirs,
Lying on a bed of grass, sipping cool dew
Beneath a moon of gloom In a sepia kingdom.
@steveweave71
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Sounds like the poem of someone who was celebrating a bit too hard last night, Steve!
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another relic has joined the realm of nostalgia
the mantelpiece, a limbo where the past sits
on display to remind us of the once was
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Oh gosh, that’s so true, Lisa. We need a second mantelpiece to hold our hopes for the future! : – )
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Yes! I love that idea!
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poised for midwinter’s solstice sunrise—breath held, stilled
golden sun glows through white honesty seeds
the moment is caught, or not—the continuum is enduring
@feclarkart
Solstice blessings to all – and good wishes for the coming days x
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There is such stillness in the world at this time of year. Everyone and everything – plants and all – concentrating on surviving the cold times.
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yes I agree Ewan – I think this is why the bustle and craziness of the commercial side of things feels so intrusive and brutal to me.
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Look at the figure at the edge of the photo;
untagged, blurred, half turning away.
Who is that? Aren’t you curious?
@ewanandsmith
Nadolig llawen i bawb!
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And to you and yours Ewan :)
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Thanks, Frances. : – )
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